2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate THE 2nd full moon in Scorpio.

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon’s silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
~Joel Benton

Within the circles of our lives
We dance the circles of the years,
The circles of the seasons
Within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the seasons,
The circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.
Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join,unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,
each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.
And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone
into the darker circles of return.

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life. They contemplate the CLOUDS. Which have been present for MONTHS. Drought broken. Green and Grey all summer time. It was sunny in Armidale and sunny in Kalang. Here it is cloudy. Grey skied. And Wet. And we will have to move. So we will.

It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind’s bride.Charles Godfrey Leland

I ‘member times when things went wrong,My faith wore somewhat thin;But all at once the dark clouds brokeAnd light peeped through again.

douglas novack said… inspiration is like the clouds in the sky; some people see great images in the clouds and some people just see the possiblity of rain….. The clouds are always silverer on the other side of the fence

Behold, he cometh up as clouds,
And his chariots are as the whirlwind;
His horses are swifter than eagles–
Woe unto us. We are undone. Jeremiah 4:13

I live far off in the wild
Where moss and woods are thick and plants perfumed.
I can see mountains rain or shine
And never hear market noise.
I light a few leaves in my stove to heat tea.
To patch my robe I cut off a cloud.
Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years.
Why suffer for profit and fame?

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.

–John Lubbock

November 27th 2007 by Shirley Gibson

The mountains, I become part of it.The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters,I become part of it.The wilderness, the dew drops, the pollen…I become part of it.~Navaho ChanT

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life. They contemplate the STARS. they ride in a Star Wagon and at night they stand on top of the Hill with all the sky above them. In Kalang and Armidale – they see them all again. The Stars and the Moon and the Sun rising in the morning.

The hills step off into whiteness.

People or stars

Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.

O slow

Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells —-

All morning the

Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.

My bones hold a stillness, the far

Fields melt my heart.

They threaten

To let me through to a heaven

Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

– Sylvia Plath, Sheep in Fog

good friends are like stars; you don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there”